[Lyric] 23 Wounds (Ordinance)

Blanketing the path as I rode towards the city the mid-march sky hung low
Like a noose around my neck
Not typically am I a believer in conspiracy
But the fearful convictions of a messenger such as this
Could have pierced the skin
Of any skeptic

I fear that I am
Too late my friend
I hope this you can forgive

Like a brother you have been
Through even my darkest
Moments defiance
And dishonor
Redemption in
Defense of your name
Forever in debt
I am to your mercy

I fear that I am
Too late my friend
I hope this you can forgive
23 wounds alike
My fallen friend
23 wounds alike
Will be avenged

23 wounds alike
Will
Not go
Unpunished

I fear
I am
Too late
My friend
I hope
This you can
Forgive

23 wounds alike
My fallen friend
23 wounds alike
Will be avenged

23 wounds alike
My fallen friend
23 wounds alike
Will be avenged